Il primo respiro

As my wife is in an early phase of pregnancy, her hormones force her to shed tears to sentimental comedies and pictures of cute babies - so we thought this would be the proper movie for a Sunday evening.

Wrong, awfully wrong. We only made it through the first ten minutes (so I cannot say if it's going to get better. I heavily doubt that). It was our own fault: We should have sent a few prayers to the goddess and let a shaman clean our house from bad spirits and cobwebs before inserting the DVD with this solemn kitsch. But if you plan to prepare for birth by painting your body and going to a place where there's no electricity and no doctor or to a sacred Indian river which is also used as an overcrowded city's sewerage, this is your movie. People like us just don't want no dolphin in the delivery room.